First off, I apologize to my friends and roleplay partners who've been left hanging. Any desire to cancel old threads is completely understandable.

I've been struggling with a serious health issue the past several months. There was a long period where things would seem to improve only to relapse, delaying things further. All that aside, just wanted to let people know I'm around again and to contact me via PM or Trillian - ironsoldier, if anyone wants to get things going again.

It seemed like Mai's legs were at least as powerful as one of Iron Maiden's arms. She was still being choked but eventually she would tear herself free and and .... she wasn't sure what she should do then. She wasn't even thinking about anything except the crushing pain in her throat and trying to relieve it.

But Mai wouldn't have to fight for much longer when Maiden brought in her other hand and heaved Mai. The idol was nearly helpless as Maiden tossed her. She could barely scream as she was launched She hit the turnbuckles with a thus and crumbled to the ground int he corner. She began to start coughing now that she was finally free from Iron Maiden's deadly grip and was entirely focused on trying to swallow as much oxygen as she could.

Iron Maiden took a couple seconds to shake out her hand, feeling only a slight numbness in her fingers from having dug them into Mai's throat for so long. The rest of her arm and her stomach meanwhile remained unfazed, despite everything the Mecha-Neko idol had been doing to break free. Iron Maiden's body was a true wonder. She may as well have really been made of iron considering how freakishly invulnerable she seemed to be.

The redheaded powerhouse slowly began to approach Mai in the corner of the ring, taking her sweet time. It didn't seem to her like Mai was about to get up any time soon, nor did it seem that way to Kyla who simply folded her arms and watched gleefully as he client prepared to wrap things up. Once she finally reached her, Maiden would attempt to force Mai up into a sitting position with the back of her head against the turnbuckle. She'd then try out a newer move Kyla had taught her that involved ramming her knee into Mai's head and holding it there, in a sort of illegal submission that the referee would begin counting to five for her to break.

Mai was in a seated position, hunched over the bottom rope. One hand was tangled in her long, brown hair, rubbing her head while the other pressed against her chest as she tried to stabilize her breathing. She was close to getting her wind back but that left her with a few other things to worry about.

She turned and looked in time to see Iron Maiden stalking towards her. Her instinct made her scramble and she scooted the few inches until she was backed into a corner. Her eyes widened with fear and she looked from side to side. If she tried to get away, would Kyla do what she did before? Did she have time?

Mai's indecision cost her as Maiden grabbed Mai's head. "NYAAAAAAHHHH!" Mai shrieked loudly and clawed at Iron Maiden's wrists until the knee hit. Her arms dropped to her side like dead weights. White seared her vision when it hit and she thought she lost consciousness briefly. As the knee continued to mash her face, Mai felt like her head was being crushed in a vice and her body barely twitched in response tot he devastating submission maneuver while the ref continued to count, getting closer to threatening Iron Maiden with the DQ and telling her to back away from the corner or else.

Iron Maiden not only ignored the referee's warnings, but didn't even realize the ref was addressing her to begin with. The referee's voice may as well just have been one more amongst the sea of noise from the crowd. It meant nothing to her. As the referee's count reached three, Maiden, isntead of backing off, grabbed hold of the top ropes on either sides of the turnbuckle to gain better leverage as she continued to drill her knee into Mai's head.

Kyla, who had been watching with cold ammusement until now, was quick to realize her client was about to get herself disqualified. Her smirk vanished and replaced itself with a panicked expression. "Stop!! ...Stop, Maiden! Let her go!" she frantically called out, running around to the other side of the ring so that Iron Maiden would have no problem hearing her voice. She nearly tripped in her hurry and caught herself against the ring apron, inches away from the two competing wrestlers. "Back away! Right this instance!" she shouted at Maiden in a scolding manner.

Iron Maiden did a double take in Kyla's direction, blinking in a startled manner at her doctor and manager's tone of voice. Just as the referee reached the count of five, she finally back off, retracting her knee from Mai's face and taking several steps back. Kyla breathed a sigh of relief.

Mai's head was crushed with the full weight of Iron Maiden's knee. Her nose was bent painfully and she wasn't even fighting back. The throbbing in her head felt like a tympani pounding a deadly beat and the pressure in her eyes made it feel like she was about to burst. She weakly lifted up her hands just to lay them onto Maiden's thigh.

When Maiden pulled away, Mai's head lolled back against the turnbuckle and she stared through slitted eyelids up at the burning arena lights. Still, even as she was nearly blacked out, she lifted up a hand and clutched at the middle rope as if she might try and pull herself, even as her chest heaved, trying to regain any sort of breath or strength or anything.

Iron Maiden stared around herself in immense confusion, looking from the referee who she only now just took notice of, to her dazed and practically defeated opponent, and then to Kyla Fairchild herself. She didn't understand what she had done wrong, at least as far as Kyla was concerned. Hearing the woman who was practically her mother figure sounding so upset was... troubling for the redheaded giantess. Fortunately, Kyla soon put her mind at ease.

"It's alright..! You're doing well!" Kyla assured her from ringside. "Just go ahead and end this, so we can take our leave!"

Iron Maiden blinked doltishly at Dr. Fairchild and looked to her opponent, who seemed to be attempting to pull herself up with the ropes, in spite of her battered condition. Maiden tilted her head and proceeded to do the only thing that seemed sensible. Kyla had told her to "end it", which she assumed meant pin. Yet Kyla had also taught her that she was only meant to pin her opponent when they were no longer moving. Mai Nagasawa was still moving. So Iron Maiden rammed her knee into Mai's head a second time and began to once more press against her skull, as if trying to literally squeeze the life out of the poor idol through her head.

Kyla's eyes widened in alarm as she saw this, and for a second too long she was speechless. Long enough for the referee to reached the count of three again, before the former psychologist had mind to do something about it. "What are you doing!? Stop! STOP IT MAIDEN!" she frantcially ordered client, at the same time mentally scolding herself for not having the sense to be more specific and direct with her commands. She should have known better. She shouldn't have let their successful debut match make her this careless.

Iron Maiden meanwhile just looked back at Kyla, completely failing to understand the problem. And as she tried to figure it out, she continued to hold her knee against Mai's face.

Mai groaned once more as she watched through bleary eyes. She didn't think she had the strength to lift herself up but she had to try. Her fingers weakly clutched the rope and squeezed. She felt her muscles flex and then she gave a yank. She wasn't sure if she could even pull herself off the ground, but if she could just pull herself into a sitting position and brace against the turnbuckles. She grunted and pulled, feeling her butt lift off the ground until...

Maiden's knee slammed into Mai's nose. her eyes widened and she froze in place. The searing pain and the choking scent of iron were like smelling salts for a few brief moments as she felt something hot seep onto Iron Maiden's knee. After the brief moment, her body went into shock and she slumped against Maiden's knee, pinned against the turnbuckles and unconscious.

Meanwhile, the ref was waving her hands in the air. She didn't hesitate when the count hit five. As much as she wanted to avoid Iron Maiden, she was brave enough to do her job. If the bell rang, than wouldn't the giantess stop?

She swallowed hard and put a hand on Iron Maiden's shoulder. "That's it! I'm going to disqualify you!" She said sternly and turned motioning towards the timekeeper so that she would ring the bell and end the match.

Iron Maiden looked up in surprise when she heard the bell, that bell, that meant that her match was over. Yet just like in her previous match, she didn't understand. Her match wasn't over. She hadn't finished off her opponent yet. It just didn't make any sense to the giantess' fractured mind. Kyla of course, understood exactly what had happened, and although she herself may have been to blame for not being able to better dirrect her her violent she-beast of a client, she was quick to instead blame the referee.

"Are you bloody kidding me!? Kyla screamed furiously, her voice drowned out by the announcer naming Mai Nagasawa the winner. Of course not a person in the crowd was cheering for the young idol's victory, considering Iron Maiden's now blood covered knee was still mashing against her face. Iron Maiden tilted her head curiously when she saw that Kyla was now climbing up the corner steps and entering the ring. At this point she finally withdrew her leg and stepped away from the unonscious Mai. She turned and stood there cluelessly, watching her manager confront the referee.

"This is absolutely ridiculous! She was just about to break the hold!" she argued. "You cannot do this! I-I won't abide it! I'll find a way to have you stripped of your god damned job!"

The ref however, not nearly as intimidated by Kyla as she was by Iron Maiden, was having none of it. "I was just doing my job!" she shot back. "She took it too far, I had no choice but to disqualify her!"

The two continued to argue back and forth with Iron Maiden simply watching them. Yet with every passing second, the hulking she-beast's eyes began to glaze over with anger and transfix themselves on the referee. She didn't understand what was happpening, not by a long shot. All she knew was the referee was upsetting Dr. Fairchild... which meant she had to pay. To the surprise of both women, Maiden stepped in between them without warning, and grabbed the referee by the throat with both hands. She lifted the defenseless official up and Chokeslammed her before Kyla could so much as bat an eye.

The match was over now, and the winner was Mai Nagasawa. Yet it certainly didn't seem that way as Mai was now crumpled up in the corner with a bloody face, and Iron Maiden and Dr. Fairchild were standing in the center of the ring, with the referee laying at Maiden's feet in a broken heap. Kyla rolled her tongue against her cheek, feeling conflicted between her anger about the loss and her amusement of seeing the referee responsible broken in two. She glanced thoughtfully over at Mai and tapped her chin, thinking to herself. Perhaps Iron Maiden wouldn't have a perfect winning streak now, but... did that really matter? Would anyone watching this look at Iron Maiden and think that she was an inferior competitor? No... the only one that had failed here was Kyla herself, she knew. And next time would be different.

"Let's go." she uttered quietly to her client, and lead Iron Maiden outside the ring. She picked up the discarded chains from earlier and locked them back around Maiden's arms, who put up no resistance as usual. Then, paying no mind to the boo's and looks of horror amongst the crowd, the two ascended back up the ramp and disappeared behind the curtains.